Old Man Li’s voice wasn’t loud.
Yet it clearly reached the ears of the Matchmaker, the White-faced Ghost, and millions of spectators watching at the Golden Apricot.
The world fell silent once more.
The White-faced Ghost, who had already shifted his attention to the Matchmaker, couldn’t help but turn to look.
At this mont, the center of the world returned to that carriage.
Or rather, returned to the faint voice that ca from inside the carriage:
"In a lifeti, one must endure so insults."
The sickly young master’s words were full of philosophy.
Old Man Li, lacking such depth and cultivation, simply stated, "But it’s just a ghost, a re little ghost, daring to insult people, that’s too presumptuous!"
The White-faced Ghost was taken aback, I’m a little ghost?
The Matchmaker’s mouth slightly opened. Is it re? To slay Uncle Jin and Elder Fu’s ghosts with a few sword strikes?
The millions of spectators at Golden Apricot were even more astonished, but just as the comnt section was about to get lively, a single sentence from the sickly young master inside the carriage quieted the world once more:
"Old Man Li, do you want to deprive a ghost of its right to speak?"
The young master stood as if on the peak of clouds.
Even his manner of speaking was so high and mighty.
As if he was born grasping the power over life and death of all living beings and inanimate objects here.
The White-faced Ghost held its sword tightly, its face twitching from exertion, yet it couldn’t help but want to listen:
It wanted to hear how the master and servant in that carriage continued to direct the world behind their backs;
It wanted to see if such an absurd and unexpected incident truly existed under the heavens!
Old Man Li was too far away to see the White-faced Ghost’s invisible anger and only expressed his indignation: "From the Holy Emperor Ancestor God above to the mortal commoners below, it’s always that people submit to the master’s reprimands, never a little ghost so audacious!"
"The young master can endure because the young master has a heart as vast as the sea, a model for all, unmatched through the ages."
"Old Man Li cannot endure because I am a petty person who cannot bear any outsider or ghost saying a single bad word about the young master!"
This, this, this...
Upon hearing these words, hundreds of thousands at Golden Apricot were dumbfounded.
Too fawning!
No wonder this person is so plain-looking yet able to serve as a coachman to the descendant of the higher void!
Flattery everyone has heard, and rainbow farts everyone has delivered.
But in reality, who can honestly say such brazen, shaless flatteries to soone’s face?
And who can have the strength of character to easily accept such praise that sounds less like complint and more like satire?
The master and servant in the carriage once again refreshed the knowledge of mortals and ghosts—the sickly young master inside the carriage could indeed accept such excessive flattery!
He was so calm, as if Old Man Li was rely stating a fact, and lightly responded:
"Indeed, what you said, Old Li, has so truth to it, but I also said not to ddle."
"Saying not to ddle, then going to annihilate the ghost would not only dirty one’s hands, but also indirectly save that girl, that would be breaking one’s word."
"If a person has no faith, I do not know how they can be trusted."
What?
The Matchmaker stumbled upon hearing this.
How was this fallacy reached, and was there a missing logic step in connecting cause and effect?
She thought she was dreaming.
That’s right!
Only in a dream could Uncle Jin and Elder Fu be instantly slain by a few sword strikes from the White-faced Ghost.
And only the most ridiculous dream could give rise to such an absurd pair of master and servant in a carriage—whether to act or not sohow involving "faith"?
"Chi Chi."
The White-faced Ghost snorted out two streams of frost from its nose.
Its eyes turned from ghostly green to blood red, the sword in its hand trembling violently, leaving only one crazy thought in its mind:
"Kill, kill, kill!"
But as its heart filled with killing intent, its body felt as if tied to a casket, every step a struggle.
Old Man Li turned around on the carriage, respectfully clasped his fists:
"If the master is worried, the servant is humiliated; if the master is humiliated, the servant dies. This little ghost’s outrageous words cannot wash away the sha without death."
The carriage interior echoed with a soft chuckle: "Then go kill it."
"Uh." Old Man Li choked, feeling embarrassed, "Young master, don’t joke around, you know, Old Man Li, I rely drive the carriage, have little combat strength, please, young master, take action..."
The millions of spectators at Golden Apricot were completely baffled by this world-defying master and servant duo.
No, Old Man Li is supposed to be the guard.
Having declared, "If the master is worried, the servant is humiliated; if the master is humiliated, the servant dies," shouldn’t the guard step in and slay the insulting ghost?
How is it that here, Old Man Li only talks while the serious matter is left for the young master in the cassia carriage to handle?
"They’re so chaotic, so wild, they’ve piqued my interest."
"Uh, brother, quite a unique taste, but the last one this wild only Lord Shou ended up tasting sweet success, right?"
"Hey, now that you ntion it, he does have a bit of Lord Shou’s aura, could it be they’re acting, playing so provoking... provoking ghost act?"
"Looking at it this way, this master and servant, or this carriage, has a third party, and at least one is a master?"
"Whether it’s a master or not, white-faced ghost, why hasn’t it acted yet, is this ghost so enduring? Even I can’t stand it anymore!"
The White-faced Ghost isn’t one for endurance.
Truly, when that carriage master and servant spoke, it couldn’t move, as if blinded by rage.
These two infuriate ghosts!
Having been dead a lifeti, the White-faced Ghost had never witnessed such an absurd situation, absolutely dead long enough to see it!
At a certain mont, when Old Man Li finished speaking, the White-faced Ghost felt the oppressive restraint vanish.
It could move!
The bursting flood, surging like tides.
Such was the White-faced Ghost’s overwhelming anger at that mont.
It could no longer hold back its primal urge to "retreat," turned towards that carriage, and shouted with anger:
"Lowly ants, speaking wildly, were your soul bodies not truly filthy and foul, did you really think you could escape my sword today?"
"The heavenly road was open, yet you chose not to walk it, and the gates of hell were closed, yet you insist on entering..."
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